"You can't get away with killing us!!" The declaration echoed through the dimly lit room, met with unexpected amusement from the blood-drinking demon. He chuckled, a sinister sound that reverberated off the walls as if he'd heard the funniest joke in eons. "Relax, children," the demon drawled with a sickly sweet tone. "I have no intention of killing any of you. My plans are far grander. From this moment forward, the world you've known will cease to exist. You are to become the servants of others for the greater good." A heavy silence fell over the room. Cami scanned the faces of her friends, noting their expressions of confusion and terror. Some girls wept openly, while others struggled futilely against the burly men who held them down. Unable to suppress her rising dread, Cami's voice trembled as she broke the silence. "W-what are you t-talking about?" The demon's eyes glittered with a malevolent delight as he leaned closer, his grin widening. "Darling, you're about to become an immortal slave." For Cami Santiago, summer break was supposed to be a time of carefree fun with friends. But their idyllic escape turns into a nightmare when they discover that the stranger who followed them to their remote cabin harbors a diabolical plan. Faced with the terror of human trafficking, Cami and her friends are thrust into a world far more sinister than they imagined. The true horror reveals itself as they learn that their fate is not merely in the hands of wicked individuals, but ancient Gods and Goddesses who run a cruel selection process. Only the "best" are spared in this macabre game of survival, and Cami finds herself deemed a prime candidate for the gods' twisted entertainment. As she and her friends grapple with their grim reality, Cami must navigate a treacherous path where the divine and monstrous intertwine, and her fight for freedom becomes a desperate struggle against ancient forces. Amazing cover by @leichter

❛ A BLACK WIDOW DOES NOT FAIL. ❜ | How does one find a balance between finding yourself and being who everyone wants you to be at the same time? Freya Knight, one of the infamous girls from the Red Room, was about to figure that out. UNEDITED/VERY OLD. ® LOKIDYINGINSIDE 2017. FEATURED IN FANFICTION 05/12/17.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.